Today in our house we had:
A. Vomiting
B. Diarrhea
C. Crying
D. Screaming
E. Yelling
F. Whining
G. All of the Above
{Insert Jeopardy theme playing for 30 seconds.}
If you answered G, All of the Above, you win! What do you win? I don’t know. How about a roasting pan I’ll never be able to cook another Thanksgiving turkey in because my son used it for a barf bowl? Would you like that? Send me an email.
We’ve experienced more than our fair share of vomiting recently. I believe over the last six weeks I was vomited on five times. My husband only got vomited on once. Although that one time really was much worse for him, because it happened at the mall. He had to sit in the food court wearing Wade’s lunch while David and I walked down to Old Navy to buy him fresh clothes.
From a wife’s perspective that actually worked out pretty well, because he had no choice but to let me shop for clothes for him, and he had to wear them. Look, this is a man who I’m pretty sure is still wearing socks he owned before we got married. 13 year ago.
*Hi, Honey! I love you!*
There was a time being vomited on bothered me. In fact just hearing someone vomit made me gag. Not anymore. I can hold a person’s head over a roasting pan while they throw up, scrub puke out of carpet and even walk around covered in it without cringing. I figure it washes off with soap and water.
Motherhood certainly upped my Gross tolerance.
David got off the bus from kindergarten holding a plastic sack, and informed me that he threw up at school just as it was time to leave today. I knew we were in for a long afternoon. Then Dave came home several hours early. I could tell by the look on his face when I opened the door that he wasn’t any better off than David.
Wade was sick with this last week. He had a hard time understanding why no one would play with him today. Wade kept walking over to David, who was lying on the couch with his head on my lap moaning, and saying, “Hi. Hi. Hi,” while he waved his little hand in David’s face.
Wade’s behavior caused David to yell, “Mooooooom! Get Wade away from me! He’s bothering me!” It’s hard to get much empathy from a two year old. Eventually they were both crying. One because he was annoyed, the other because he was lonely.
Dave needed his share of attention too, but at least he didn’t cry. Not in front of me anyway.
I’m not sick yet. I hope it stays that way. Maybe all the vomit I was blanketed in vaccinated me against the stomach flu.
Oh no. I seriously hope you don’t get it. And that everyone gets healthy soon!!
Yipes! So, is Wade better? Did you ever go to the doctor? Is it this wacky weather we are having? Oh, dear. I hope you stay well so that you can join us for Praise & Coffee night this Thursday. Praying!
Oh, no!!!! I hope you don’t get it, who wants to be sick ever, but especially with a holiday looming that involves chocolate! And I hear you with the gross tolerance, nothing like motherhood to up the anti.
Oh man. I remember the first time my daughter (my oldest) threw up, I think I cried and gagged. Now I am getting better, no tears and minimal gagging, but the kids are still young. My son vomited for the first time last week (from eating too quickly and choking on it, he is 2) and it freaked him right out! You have handled the vomiting with aplomb! You will not get sick, you are mommy, super immune to everything known to kids.
Wow! Seems like y’all have had a really hard time this winter. I really hope everyone feels better soon and that you don’t get it!